All blue awnings
man stands for myriad of anonymous nouns
something like far off voice
presumably an empty mountain becoming his own
invention, able to stand by itself (i.e. come where I am)
is
It only took Kyle a few days to make his confession about the other woman. It took nine months for him to tell me he couldn’t ride a bike.
hints on health
you touched my skin
in the crowded afternoon
my blood like a bloom
warm and erected
our bodies are useless
in winter
my need for excess
diminishes to the pursuit
of damp
They said that Xianrenzhang took your heart because she didn’t have her own. She was looking for one that was just the right size, not too big and not too small, that she could slot into the cavern in her chest.
sadness dies badly like a waiting room plant
every body is mostly water
and will still only sink or float
it’s so maddening
it takes me two hours to finish
an apple
sometimes the human in
Confession 8: Your first semester at community college was supposed to be a fresh start.
Hector loved, loved, loved having a black friend, but he could never admit it.
crazy horse
half full heavy
whipping cream in their drywall construct
see me mob hammer ?
smack dab middle of july
i ask and clam up
that thunder is new to me
racking up the bill
instead
Britney’s People
Britney is a crystal swan born from a cave where they manufacture crystal swans. Britney’s People are her protectors. No people are as important as Britney’s People because it is
Sometimes I imagine I’ll get a long email from her, explaining why, when a family reunion stopped her from coming on the trip, she gave up on our friendship. Did I somehow offend her?
What am I doing on a train to Philadelphia?
Fragrance
I never lost what I had out of eye the piano minded surplus or acheless weather what ever the
night still oily with a personality is there is no sense
CRYSTAL THINKING
Dream logic gets my sober companion drunk
Vomiting silver in the private beehive of our wagon
I went to the cemetery and played you a too-fast solo
Mud seeped in the ass of my
... at Stereo, you never had to ask “where’s the love,” because it was everywhere, in everyone, even the atmosphere...
The moon came out, riding on a motorbike, his head hatted, silver-blue, attached.
“We found the calf box,” she tells your grandmother on the phone. “Not a scratch on it. Yeah, we found it in what used to be the living room.”
We compiled our snacks and made for the playhouse basement.
The story has hit an obstacle or maybe a dead end. It’s not a dead end, exactly, but it is an overdrawn bank account.
He had a Camel Blue, a glass of sweet white wine, just like last time. It’s about 20 degrees cooler than it was then. I think I am wearing the same outfit; shitty, baggy, innocuous jeans.
As a pack, my Korean-Italian-American cousins and I were little foul-mouthed figurines made of compressed carbon and steam. On their own, they knew how to stand.
On my first job I worked for a woman named Jeanie who owned a soda fountain, thrift store, and tavern. I worked at the soda fountain fixing milk shakes and simple sandwiches for the few customers that
the sun sees Icarus & tries to shift...
I never kissed another man, but I danced for one once.
